My friend Marie has a wonderful post today at her blog, Strong as Death. Titled, "We do not "study" our siblings in Christ," it demonstrates how rude and objectifying such language is, no matter the intent.
We need to meet and know our siblings in Christ, in all their infinite glory. Even if many of us can't imagine, right now, what that will look like or be like.
The narrator/protagonist of the book is bisexual and tells so frankly about growing up "a sexual suspect" (in Irving's words from Garp). His story, in some small part, is my story - in that it is the story of the sexual revolution (what a tired word) in America in the 50's through the 90's.
I have written before about the pain and uncertainty experienced as a hetero girl dating boys and men who...were not sure who they were, sexually, or even if they were sure, were unable to be honest (with themselves, with family, with the world, or any combination of those).
Certainly, I recognize that my pain is miniscule compared with theirs. But the more we tell and really listen to the stories (as John Irving does) and the more we really HEAR them, the more we can bring the glorious variety of human sexuality out of a place of shame and into a place of "no big deal."